Running A Cemetery in North America

"Hum, hum, hum."

Unexpectedly, the other side did not hold back at all, instead, the eerie laughter intensified.

Under the gaze of the white fisherman, he saw the person slowly turn their head, the skin on their face peeling off like flaking wall paint, little by little.

A swollen, deathly pale face was revealed, smiling eerily at him.

"Heh heh heh."

Seaweed was constantly growing from the mouth and nose of the face, instantly terrifying several nearby fishermen who all took off running, only to realize their feet had already been entangled by seaweed, causing them to fall to the ground.

Watching that human face control their friend's body, coming closer, their fear had reached the peak.

"Help!"

"Help me!"

As they saw the face grab a fisherman's ankle, dragging his body towards the river.

At that moment, a silhouette quickly appeared not far away, delivering a fierce kick to the face, sending it flying back on the spot.

"Oh, lucky me. I was just out for a walk and happened upon an Evil Spirit," Sun Yan said, hands in his pockets, looking at the face he had kicked away and smiling.

As Sun Yan's eyes widened, a golden Divine Eye emerged from his brow.

That human face only needed to meet Sun Yan's Celestial Eye for a moment before it let out a wailing, painful screech, disintegrating into ashes, its remnant soul dispersing.

Sun Yan, having reached this level of establishing a Divine Temple and treading the path to godhood,

could eradicate a mere Evil Spirit without lifting a finger; just one look was enough to make the spirit vanish into thin air, this was the power of a god.

Once the Evil Spirit possessing the fisherman was expelled, the fisherman climbed up from the ground, his face full of confusion as he asked, "What happened to me?"

The surrounding companions looked at him in shock, glancing at Sun Yan, still unable to fathom what had just occurred.

"Your body was possessed by a Water Ghost, an Evil Spirit from the water. They are dangerous beings who need to find a scapegoat to take their place. In the future, try not to linger by the river, or you might perish without even knowing why," Sun Yan advised them.

After wandering by the river for so long, Sun Yan had finally succeeded in finding an Evil Spirit, enabling him to complete his task and earn a reward.

At this moment, Sun Yan was quite pleased and thus more patient with these unfamiliar white men; otherwise, he wouldn't have said much after the exorcism.

"Sir, thank you so much for your assistance," said a white fisherman who clearly knew quite a bit, immediately thanking Sun Yan and explaining that one of their party had just reeled in a body.

Interestingly enough, the person who caught the bag was the very fisherman who had been possessed by the Evil Spirit.

"The body in the bag must have been murdered by someone, no wonder there's such heavy resentment," Sun Yan understood.

At this moment, one of the fishermen suddenly spoke up, "Sir, I'm not sure if I should say this, but when the police came to take the body away, I noticed the corpse's eyeball moved, and I felt as if there was something in her abdomen."

"Hmm?"

After understanding the situation, Sun Yan frowned.

The corpse's eyes moving was an ominous sign, suggesting it might not be an Evil Spirit but a higher level of Malevolent Spirit.

As for something moving in the abdomen, it could be explained as some aquatic animal entering the body, but if that wasn't the case, then the situation was seriously dangerous.

Sun Yan quickly took out a Soul-Calling Banner from his backpack and began shaking it on the spot, hoping to reach out to the river's deceased soul for more information.

After some time, a cold wind suddenly blew by the river, the fishermen couldn't help but hug themselves, but even so, they couldn't shield themselves from the chilling wind that seemed to come from nowhere.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Under the river's surface, a head slowly emerged, followed by a ghostly pale face, as it stiffly stepped onto the water, walking towards the shore.

Ordinary fishermen could not perceive the presence of this Evil Spirit, only Sun Yan's eyes remained fixed on it.

"What's your name, how did you die?" Sun Yan asked.

"Those, those people drowned me and my wife, my wife was carrying our three-month-old child, all to take over our house; those people didn't care at all about killing us. Revenge, I want revenge,"

The Evil Spirit said stiffly, its pale pupils filled with uncontainable rage.

"Who are those people? The living have their paths, and the dead have their Bridge of Helplessness. Since you're dead, there's no reason to harm the living," Sun Yan said.

"But I'm unwilling, why should we ordinary people live well, only to have our lives taken away by their greed? I want them dead!" the Evil Spirit hissed softly.

[Drowning Victim's Last Wish: The wife and unborn child were murdered, help investigate the true culprit, and seek avenge with an eye-for-an-eye, there's a chance of a reward]

At this moment, as a newly appointed Corpse Collector, Sun Yan saw the drowning victim's last wish. This was the duty of a Corpse Collector.

"Tell me what happened, maybe I can help you."